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Elijah’s thrusts are brutal but measured, each one drawing ecstasy from me like it’s his personal mission in life.
When I finally start to come down, my body limp with exhaustion, his eyes flare with the need to consume me.
“Fuck, Snow,” he groans. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He doesn’t slow, not even for a moment, his hips pistoning into me as he chases his own release.
That thought brings me back to a sobering reality, and all the mellow I felt only seconds ago drains from my body, leaving behind nothing but dread.
“Stop,” I say, immediately pushing at his chest. But he doesn’t budge, so unaffected by my demand that he doesn’t slow for even a second. “Elijah, I said stop,” I yell.
“I don’t think so, Snowflake.” He moves one of his hands from where it was planted beside my head to rest at my throat. There’s no pressure under his hold, but it’s a warning. He’s telling me without words that there’s nothing I can say or do that will make him change his mind.
“You can’t come inside me.”
A self-satisfied grin crosses his face and his thrusts speed up. “I can and I will, Snow.”
The blood drains from my face, my entire body shaking at the meaning behind his words. Tears form at the corners of my eyes and trickle down my cheeks, my chest constricting with terror. I’m not on any birth control—and he knows it.
I don’t know how he knows I was meant to get my next shot the day after he took me, or that I was already three weeks late because I lost track of time around the wedding and losing my parents, but it’s clear he does.
As if stealing me from my family, forcing me to stay here with him, and making me murder a man wasn’t bad enough, now he wants to hit me with the ultimate blow.
He wants to get me pregnant, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
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The look of horror on her face is almost enough to make me pause. Almost, but not quite.
The primal need to mark her is more than I can argue with, and when I feel the tingling in the base of my spine that tells me I’m about to coat her sweet cunt with my seed, I speed up and fuck her harder.
Tears fall against her cheeks and make my release that much stronger. She doesn’t see it yet, but everything I’m doing, I’m doing for us. I’m doing it for our future. She’s fighting me at every turn, making everything harder than it needs to be, but the moment her belly grows round with my baby is when she’ll accept everything I’ve been trying to tell her since I brought her here.
I collapse on top of her once my balls are drained. Her chest rises and falls in gentle sobs. She’s upset now, but she’ll see. Soon she’ll understand why I had to take this choice out of her hands.
“I need to clean up,” Snow whimpers, her palms pressing into my chest in an attempt to move me.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do,” she argues, pushing me harder as the anger takes hold. The rage in her eyes makes my semi-hard cock twitch inside her, eliciting a moan of surprise from her throat.
I shake my head slowly, a smirk of satisfaction playing on my lips. If I wanted, I could take her again right now. My cock is ready to go again, hardening with each tear that streaks down her cheek. I could slam back into her and plant another load in her sweet pussy.
But I won’t. Not because I don’t want to, or even because shedoesn’twant me to. No, I won’t take her again so soon because every time I move inside her, she winces just a little. Between my rough treatment with the gun and how I just fucked her with nothing but brutality, it wouldn’t be fair for me to fuck her again so soon, especially seeing as I will never be soft and gentle. Those are two words that don’t exist for a man like me.
I keep her pinned beneath me for long minutes, my cock aching to keep fucking her and her gentle sobs only make me want to mark her over and over again. I always knew the day I finally fucked her would be the start of the end, that leaving the bed ever again would be near impossible. But eventually I will have to get back to work, especially with a new threat on the horizon.
Carefully, I withdraw from her tender pussy and meet her gaze. She isn’t angry, scared perhaps, but there’s no anger flickering within the ice of her eyes. This is hard for her, and that’s something I’m willing to accept, and willing to make allowances for. After all, she is right when she says she didn’t ask for this. She was quite happy living her life as the baby Saint James that everyone underestimated. But that’s not who she is to me, or who she has ever been.
The moment my body no longer touches her, the warmth she provides stolen away in the blink of an eye, I almost can’t stand it. I grew up without physical touch, and every sexual partner I’ve had, I’ve tied them up and fucked them from behind because I’m not familiar with physical touch or emotion. But having Snow in my arms feels so fucking right. Like all the pieces in the puzzle have fallen together.
I bundle her up in my arms and slide off the bed, holding her close to my chest. Snow burrows her face into my chest, her tears rolling down my bare pecs, and I barely control the growl that climbs up my throat. Even through her distaste of what I’ve just done to her, her body instinctively leans into me for support.
When we reach the bathroom, I immediately reach to turn the shower on, making sure the temperature is right before stepping in with my Snowflake still in my arms. There’s something about carrying her around that feels so right I don’t dare to question it.
The warm water hits her pale skin, and she lets out a groan of happiness. I can’t help but smile down at her in my arms.
Fuck. How am I ever meant to leave her to work? Marking her has only made my obsession grow deeper, the need I have for her grow stronger.
